bhaskar saikia

On 26 January 2025, I made a simple New Year’s resolution—one that felt small enough to attempt, yet big enough to change me. I decided to start a blog and publish one post every single day for the next 365 days. Not for fame, not for a record, not to prove anything to the world, but to test one thing:
my resolve.

On 27 January, I published my first blog.
Since then—one day at a time, one thought at a time, one breath at a time—I have shown up.
Today marks Day 300.

Three hundred days of writing.
Three hundred days of consistency.
Three hundred days of not giving myself excuses.

Some days I wrote with joy.
Some days with exhaustion.
Some days with a heavy heart.
Some days just because I had promised myself I would.

Finding 300 unique topics was not easy. It was never supposed to be. But it forced me to look inward and outward with equal intensity—to pay attention, to stay curious, to stay honest. And somewhere along the way, this became more than a resolution. It became a journey of growth, discipline, and self-discovery.

I’m not chasing a world record.
I’m not trying to impress anyone with how many subjects I can cover.
This entire journey has been a private conversation with myself—about resilience, about commitment, about staying true to who I am.

Because for me, the most important thing has always been being myself.
Not being Paulo Coelho. Not being Rahul Dravid. Not being Tom Cruise. They have inspired me in their own ways, but I never wanted to be them.
I only wanted to meet the best version of me.

Running this blog has helped me inch closer to that version. It has shown me that consistency is its own quiet superpower. It has proved that there is still juice left in me, still stories to tell, still thoughts to share, still fire inside that refuses to go out.

I know the journey isn’t over yet. There are 65 days more to go—65 days of showing up, 65 days of discipline, 65 days of listening to that inner voice that whispers, “Keep going.”

But today, on Day 300, I choose to pause and cherish this small, silent victory.
A victory not of achievement, but of persistence.
A victory of doing something simple but difficult—every single day.

Here’s to the next 65 days. And here’s to the version of me who didn’t give up.

Wish me luck!